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Need to contact, Keith? Do it here. Just put date in the header.

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They are. [It's easy to agree with that, even if she heard the way Mira's voice changed slightly at the mention of Lance.

Allura is silent for a moment, and Keith may just very well sense her staring up at the sky for a moment before she turns onto her side to face both him and the wolf.]

Keith, when have you ever known me to be open to tell stories when they are unprompted by either being asked directly or by a similar instance? [It isn't scolding. She... almost sounds a little terrified at the prospect of opening up like that. For any reason.]

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Sorry I didn’t specify it only happens a certain time. And It scared me at first too. [He tucks himself up against Kosmo’s side. And the wolf breathes against his hair. He missed small comforts like this.] You don’t have to tell them directly to the whole group. Most of my stories are told privately to Storyteller.

You’ll know when it’s time we wake back up on Mu at the end of the month. You sit at the camp fire and we take turns telling stories either publically or privately to the god helping us. We also decide what islands to check out. It’s a community vote.

[He lays his Bayard in easy reach. If he needs it he can snatch it up in a moment.]

I can walk you through it when it’s time.

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[Keith, their fearless leader, admitting something scared him. Pinch her; clearly she’s already asleep.

Allura’s gaze falls briefly before she curls up completely for the night. She could handle private, depending upon which story she shares. Yet she frowns as she thinks it over. There are so many she could share, but... Shiro.

She runs a finger along her own bayard and sighs.] Alright.

[She is too tired to argue, but she trusts him, at least.]

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[He shuts his eyes and lets the warmth of the fire start to drag him under.] We can talk more when we wake up.

[He rolls just enough into the side of Kosmo to shield himself with his fur. He starts to drift off.] Sleep well, Allura.

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[Allura closes her eyes and nods. In the morning; right.] Goodnight, Keith. Kosmo.

[She lets herself drift off. Somewhere in the night, she curls up into Kosmo completely. He might even hear a quiet sniff in her sleep.]